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... was blessed with good weather—the sun hung in the sky, and the long-missed sunlight, though not as fervent as in June, caressed faces like a mother’s touch, bringing an indescribable comfort and warmth.
The snow, too, was silently and stealthily melting away.
With the year coming to an end and the weather being so fine, the number of people traveling to the Imperial Capital to visit relatives or for sightseeing substantially increased.
The entire Imperial Capital can be d ...
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